Tagged Into Hell

No s**t, there I was: On patrol in Iraq in an up-armored truck near the outskirts of Kirkuk.  That's when it happened.  Suddenly, we hit an IED and began taking small arms fire!  That's when my training kicked in and I went on auto-pilot.  Thinking quickly, I grabbed the aid bag from the medic and gave myself seven doses of morphine.  It didn't do much to help the situation, but after that I didn't really give a s**t.

That's when I saw a sand devil. Not the kind that we just hunkered down to, but this one hummed and smiled at us. It played a familiar tune. It danced out in the distance taunting us. I knew, this was my gateway  to heaven, if I could only  take a hit that bled me to death.

I didn't give a s**t where the shot came from. There was more to life then Coca Cola and Cheesy Pizza. My mates took cover as bullets filled the air. I watched their brains make splatters against the canvases. I marveled at  the simplicity of their patterns and imagined what my brains would look like under the same circumstances.

One man,  who lost both legs. I mean, lost his legs, nowhere in sight. Stood up on his torso and told a joke. Told a joke. Told a joke.


I find no humor, no lies or truths, no lessons, no reason in any God damned bullet flying, pieces of sanctimonious war  in this story or any story ever conceived.

Then it arrived, a bullet train, right through my eye. The pain was good, I felt alive. I inhaled my hot blood through my nose and felt it trickle down my throat. It puddled on my teeth and tasted so f*****g sweet.

A grenade picked me up and like a giant hand spun me into the air. There below me twisted souls who looked just like me. It was humanity. There below me, humanity. It was me, the blown off heads, the splattered brains, the old man hiding in the house, gone insane. I laughed and hit the ground. The Sun was down the bullets stopped and the children cried.

Do not ever think for one moment a war can be won, for when you see the face of death, it is the faces of all your children and your children's children yet to feel the agony of the bullet train.

Reviews

[Searching 4 Serenity]

Now this holds a lot of truth about war. Rarely does war ever hold any Just Actions. It is almost always about some personal gain. You've got conversation&confrontation. War IS confrontation

[*~DreamDeamon~*]

Oh my. Sent shivers down my spine. Amazing Amazing Amazing! Like everything you right Just pure, and truthful, and Amazing. I love it Good Write!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Incredible story, bone chilling and one that will stay with me.